I feel pain.
I'm not hurt, but I feel pain.
Am not hurt, but my heart bleeds.
I'm alright, but I feel pain.
Not my pain, but the pain of another.
My heart bleeds for the cut of another.
I feel hurt from the pain of my brother.
Caleb DeAngelis sat behind the wheel of his car, his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel as he raced down the deserted road toward the DeAngelis mansion. His mind was in a fog, the news he had just received still echoing in his ears. 'His younger brother, Collins, was dead. He couldn't believe it, it felt like a bad dream.'
"It better be a lie." He muttered in his voice
"This shouldn't fucking be true. He screamed out squeezing the steering tightly.
